"So what happened after you got back to his house?" Gus stared, raising his eyebrow in interest of the details that he knew Shawn wouldn't tell Lassiter. Leaving out only the juiciest of details, he recounted the entire story to Gus.

-Flashback-

Shawn couldn't keep the noise from coming out of him, everything that Mark was doing was what he wanted. If he didn't know any better, he'd think the guy was reading his mind and following exactly where he wanted him to go. They made quick work of getting from the car to inside the house, stopping only to grind against each other at the door while trying to get it open.

Once inside the house, Shawn was slammed back against the front door. It stung, but before he could really focus on the pain, Mark was grabbing his ass, pulling him forward and up, sending their bodies colliding into each other.

As Shawn's legs lifted off the ground and wrapped around Mark's waist, he lopped his arms around the older man's neck. He held on tightly as he was carried down the hall to the bedroom, being slung haphazardly into every wall and piece of furniture in the way.

He couldn't care less about being carried around like a rag doll, as long as Mark kept touching him and kissing him. In the bedroom, they broke apart long enough for Shawn to catch a seductive smirk. "Take your clothes off, Shawn. Before I tear them off." Before he could reply, he was tossed onto his back on the bed. He had already lost his shirt somewhere, and he didn't really care where.

He stared up for a moment, mesmerized by the sight in front of him, the other man's hands running along the front of his own pants, slowly toying with his belt buckle, but eventually pushing his pants to the ground, stepping out of them. He groaned, reaching to remove his own pants, to free his own ache.

As soon as his hips left the mattress, he was pinned again, Mark so kindly helping him remove his pants while sinking his teeth into Shawn's neck.

Pants gone, a firm hand found its way around Shawn's erection, stroking roughly and quickly, wanting to get the first round out of the way. Obviously Mark knew from experience that the second time around it was always better and lasted longer.

Shawn dug his fingers into Mark and his toes into the bed, more than ready for what was coming, when the bedroom door slammed open.

Shawn, reacting slower than normal, pulled away from Mark as quickly as he could, struggling to tuck himself back into his boxers. He was ready to be yelled at, maybe even slapped a few times and kicked out. What he wasn't ready for was the gun she was pointing at him.

"What the fuck is going on here?" She yelled, looking back and forth between them. Shawn put his hands up and backed as far away on the bed as he could. She kept her gun steady as he moved away.

Shawn stopped, mid-sentence, once again realizing something that should have been obvious the other night when it was happening. "Gus, she wasn't aiming the gun at me."

He looked over at his partner as Gus's eyes widened. "What? What does that mean?" Gus furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of it

Shawn nodded to himself, putting the pieces together. "She must have known something was up. If she were randomly walking in on her husband cheating she wouldn't have already had a gun drawn. She definitely knew something."

"Could she have known that he drugged you?" Gus picked up where Shawn's thought left off. "Maybe she knew what was happening and kicked you out to protect you."

"Gus, we have to talk to Lassie and we definitely have to find her." Shawn sat up on the couch, his energy renewed despite him still not feeling 100%.

Gus sighed. He knew that Shawn was really onto something, but he wanted to leave this one to Lassiter. Shawn needed time to recover, whether he wanted it or not. Before he could protest, his phone buzzed.

"Shawn, I just got your results from the doctor. This is… This isn't random roofies." He passed his phone to Shawn and pointed to explain what it all meant. "This combination in these exact amounts is very precise. If there were any more of less of anything, it wouldn't be even remotely useful. This was made by someone that knew exactly what they were doing. I don't know how you are even functioning right now with these drugs in your system."

As worried as Gus was before, he didn't even know what to say now. He hadn't fully grasped just what had happened until he saw the list of drugs his best friend had been given.

"Easily. I spent 5 months in Santa Fe a few years ago selling my body to science. They pumped me full of so many drugs, I'm pretty much Spiderman now." He shrugged it off as usual.

"Spiderman was bitten by a radioactive spider, Shawn."

"I've heard it both ways. Anyway, I'm gonna call Lassie, we need to get him up to speed."

Gus knew he couldn't stop Shawn from doing what he wanted to do, but he could at least guilt trip him into slowing down. "Fine, we'll talk to Lassiter, but you need to tell me if you start to feel any worse. The side effects you're suffering from now are mild compared to what they can be."

Shawn rubbed his temples, unable to brush off Gus's concerned-face. "Sure thing, buddy." He dialed the Head Detective's number, grumbled when he didn't answer and settled for leaving a message. "Hey, Carly, it's Shawn. Gus and I totally just won the game. It was definitely the wife, in the bedroom with the revolver. You're going to love the twist ending, but if you wanna know, you gotta call me back."

- With Lassiter-

Lassiter slammed his fist onto the bar, barely able to hold himself back from strangling the man across the bar from him. "Look, scumbag. I've got a warrant on its way right now to bust you for illegal substance abuse among many other things, so I suggest you start cooperating and answering my questions before I make your life a living hell."

O'Hara stood back, letting her partner vent, hoping that this guy would cave and give them some useful information. Honestly, she just didn't want to get in his way. She's never seen him so fired up before. It seemed more personal than it should have been, considering that she hadn't ever really considered Carlton and Shawn that close of friends.

"Look, I told you I don't know anything about the guy's wife. I don't even know anything about him. We did occasional business, I didn't even know his name until you came here asking about him."

Lassiter took a few deep breaths, deciding that while it would make him feel better, shooting this guy was probably not the best move he could make at the moment. "What kind of business?"

"He would pick out a guy, I would slip him some stuff. Simple enough deal. He paid in cash, in advance, for the drugs and the service." The guy bit his tongue, not happy about having to talk to the cops. He wasn't stupid, if it would get him off of the murder suspect list, he would happily cooperate and take the minor charges the detective was threatening him with.

"You're going to take a trip downtown now. You'll give my guy detailed descriptions of everyone you've ever seen him leave with. For your own sake, I hope you have a very good memory." Lassiter motioned for McNabb to come over, passing the bartender along. He wasn't going to get anything else from him right now.

Juliet walked with Carlton out of the bar heading to the car. He checked his phone, listening the message left for him only a few minutes before. He re-dialed the number as soon as it was over, putting it on speaker for his partner.

"Shawn, how do you know the wife did it? That doesn't make any sense." His partner made a small questioning face at the use of the psychic's first name. That was different.

"Well, at first we weren't sure, it was just a guess, but now I'm gonna say it's my final answer."

"But how, Spencer? How do you know? I need something solid to go on here." Lassiter was not in the mood for games after getting the run-around for too long with the bartender.

"Well, a lot of it has to do with the fact that she told me that she did it. That pretty much had me convinced."

"She told you, or she 'told' you?" Carlton questioned, lending a skeptical tone to the second option.

"It's as if she were sitting across the table from Gus and I confessing to it."

"…Please tell me you're not actually sitting across the table from a murderer."

"Okay. I won't."

"Address. Now."

Juliet took down the address of the motel as they jumped into the car, sirens blaring.

-Back with Shawn and Gus-

"They're on their way now. We'll go down to the station and get this all sorted out, don't you worry, Mrs. Ledder." Shawn smiled, placing his hand on top of the woman's.

"Thank you, Mr. Spencer. I knew that you would help me, I just knew it." She smiled back and pulled her hand away to blot the edges of her watery eyes. "I also knew it was only a matter of time before you found me, with your gift and all."

Shawn played it up a bit, for theatrics' sake. "Well, yes, of course. I saw a blue bird this morning and I just knew that it was a sign to help lead me to you." Shawn hadn't seen a bird, but he had remembered seeing several pads of stationary from the Blue Jay Inn around the house he night before.

They made small talk while waiting for the cavalry to show up. Shawn had already gotten the basics from her and wanted to save revealing the details for a later psychic vision.

They stepped outside as soon as he could hear the sirens approaching. Lassiter's car screeched to a halt inches in front of them outside the motel room's door. "Shawn, Gus, what is going on? Where is she?"

They rushed out of the car, guns drawn, ready to diffuse a hostage situation. Lassiter grabbed Shawn and pulled him away from the door, immediately putting himself between the younger man and any danger there may be.

"Calm down, guys! She's inside, completely cooperative, just go inside and get her. We'll catch you up at the station." He had a big ordeal planned, but now that the time had come, he didn't have the energy to go through with it. Maybe later.

Gus went to the car while the detectives went inside with Shawn to retrieve their murderer. Juliet frisked and cuffed the woman while Lassiter kept his gun aimed at her. Just in case.

Shawn put his hand on Carlton's arm as he started walking out behind his partner. "Do you have a sec?"

He holstered his gun, turning to Shawn after he'd made sure that O'Hara had the suspect safely detained. "What is it?" The door swung shut on its own as he turned away from it, facing Shawn.

He expected some insight into the case, but what he got was Spencer very much in his personal space. "Did you mean what you said last night?" Shawn looked at him, his eyes saying that he wasn't playing any games. He looked almost insecure with his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels.

"Which part?" Lassiter gulped, a little thrown off by the sudden topic change. After he found out that Shawn had been drugged, he figured that was the only reason for what happened last night. He was prepared to never bring it up again.

"I'm awake and I still want you to kiss me." Shawn shrugged and looked away for a moment. "Do you?" He felt like he was going out on a limb given how Lassiter had been treating him since he woke up. Normally he could read people, but he was so off his game today. It made him feel vulnerable to not know what everyone else was thinking.

Lassiter thought about his next move carefully. He took the small steps to close the gap between them. He ran his fingers along Shawn's jaw, lifting his head to meet his gaze. "Shawn, I've wanted to kiss you for a long time, and that's not going to change." Before Shawn got the wrong idea about what was going to happen, he pulled his hand back and started to walk to the door. "But… Our first proper kiss is not going to be in a sleazy motel."

Shawn smiled and nodded, following him out. "I can live with that."

-TBC-